Into the night

[fredericks]

I love the journey, so much so that I prolong the ride and then often quit when my destination's in sight. Literally and figuratively. There's nothing I enjoy more than being the passenger in a vehicle, listening to my music while watching the scenery go by. Today was a beautiful example of that. Torrential rain, thunder crashing, and I had a bird's eye view of everything through the bus windshield. And I often find myself starting things because I enjoy the process, but quitting before completing my original task. And other things of that nature.

Today's been long. Luckily I had gorzo's birthday presents waiting at home for me to soothe things over a bit (for the record - UPS? not half as competent as USPS, and seeing as the USPS is a joke and a half...). I now have, among other very thoughtful and wonderous gifts, an "official" guide on the art of kissing, and another on how to make love*. Life is very very good. On the way home I also picked up (along with a number of scholarship and graduate school guides) the latest book in Stephen King's Dark Tower series, Song of Susannah.

Now, off to bed again. Whee!

*ETA - I should note that the mentioned pamphlets are unintentially hilarious bits of publication from the 1950's written by a man that apparently wasn't very lucky in the sack. The book on "How to Make Love" is, in fact, on *getting* into a relationship, not an American version of the Kama Sutra. If these are any indication, it's a wonder folks back then knew how to copulate.

Comments

[gorzo.livejournal.com]

Interestingly enough, I love to drive on trips.

[aniseastra.livejournal.com]

I'm sort of like that, too...I like the idea of doing things, sometimes even to the point that I start them, but I have a hard time finishing them if I do start them. Somehow, for me, an idea loses its attraction once I've done something toward realising it...